Chapter Seventeen
Loni texted Vivi, Ellie, and Ry that she was done with this crap. It was ending now. The thumbs-up she got back told her the women were just as fed up as she was.
Loni was six freaking months pregnant, horny as hell, and her hot husband, instead of servicing her needs, was in some stupid gaming competition with the Nelson Nine, which was what she’d started calling them.
Deciding whether to use cousins, brothers, etc.
, was annoying. But she had to admit, a lot of things were annoying her during this part of the pregnancy—Halligan’s shifting in bed right as she fell asleep, his tendency to eat his piece of toast at breakfast standing up, dropping toast crumbs in his beard and all over the counter, and last but not by any means least, going out to the oil wells and not being there when she got horny during the day.
The Nelson Nine were on hour ten of their online gaming tournament and Loni was done. She’d been thinking about Halligan all day and was ready to spend some quality time with her husband, but Halligan had kept saying only one more hour.
She’d showered and gotten ready for bed. Thinking about Halligan in the shower had started the need, but then reading one of her romance books had her wanting him now. Not an hour from now—right friggin’ now.
Her belly was bigger but so were her breasts.
She found the short nightie she wanted. Slipping it over her head, she tugged until her breasts were almost spilling from the top.
She grabbed a towel because she planned on catching Halligan unaware until he couldn’t say no but she also wanted an easy cleanup.
She walked to the doorway of Halligan’s gaming room. A big screen taking up most of the wall showed the first-person shooter game the cousins were obsessed with. Halligan had taken off his shirt and was just in his shorts, which suited her just fine.
“Schaefer, get that guy. We’re on the same team. Quit leaving me exposed,” Halligan yelled.
And the yelling while they played the game was annoying too, but at least for tonight, Halligan would be leaving the game soon.
He was kicked back in his gaming chair with his feet up on the large ottoman in front of it.
She walked around, sliding his legs off the ottoman to kneel between his legs on the floor.
He didn’t even glance at her, his eyes locked on the screen.
He could get tunnel vision while playing this game, but she was pretty sure he’d be on board with her idea soon.
She leaned over, tugging his shorts down a little and reaching in for his soft cock.
She held it in her hand, licking around the crown, then down the side as it started to harden.
“Uh,” Halligan grunted. He was still playing the game. The Nelson Nine were competitive fuckers, and she’d known it would take a lot to get him to focus only on her and ignore the game.
“Uh, what?” Schaefer asked.
Once he was harder, she opened her mouth and slipped his cock inside, swallowing as far as she could, using her hand to twist a little as she came back up, exactly how he liked.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed.
Oh yeah, she had his attention now. She licked and sucked until Halligan was thrusting his hips up toward her mouth. Yes, he was ready for what she needed. She tugged his shorts the rest of the way off his hips until he was sprawled in the chair, his cock standing at the ready.
She stood up, sliding her nightgown off. Halligan held the controller in one hand, mesmerized by her actions. She settled her knees on each side of his legs, inching up until her belly touched him. She smiled at him, reaching for his headset and mic. She held it to her mouth.
“Halligan’s taking a break to fuck his wife. If he can still function afterward, he’ll be back,” she said, dropping the headset on the floor.
“Loni,” he breathed, reaching for her, touching and caressing her nipples, which had become so sensitive since she got pregnant.
She raised up, holding his cock until she was centered over it. “Halligan, I need you to fuck me hard. I’ve been thinking about you for hours,” she said, then slid down his cock inch by inch. She was so wet he slid right in.
She groaned at the fullness. Halligan’s hands settled on her waist, helping her move up and down on his length.
Her belly tightened as the need built. “Harder, Halligan,” she moaned.
He had her lifted up and turned around on all fours on the ottoman in seconds. He notched himself at her entrance.
“How hard, Loni?” he asked.
“As hard as you can. I want to feel you tomorrow morning,” she said.
He thrust inside, grasping her hair at the base of her skull.
He held her steady as he pounded inside her.
His cock battering her pussy was exactly what she needed.
She screamed as a wave rolled over her and her pussy clamped around his cock.
He groaned as he came with her. Halligan slid his arm around her under her belly, placing his fingers on each side of her clit.
His other hand banded between her belly and breasts.
He lifted her, keeping them together, then settled back in his chair, her back laying against his front.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” he said.
She relaxed against him, enjoying the moment. He moved a little behind her, his hips thrusting into her. His hands grasped her breasts, lifting them and tugging the nipples. His length hardened inside her.
“Again?” she asked.
“Do you know how sexy you look with your belly cradling our child and your breasts swaying as I pound inside you? Now, you’re laying against me sprawled out and all I can think about is making love to you again,” he said, kissing her neck.
“Maybe I should interrupt your gaming time more often,” she said.
“Oh, you definitely should,” he said, lifting her up to stand in front of him. She started to reach for the towel, but his hand stopped her.
“No, let me enjoy this sexy view of you with your breasts swollen because of my baby and my seed sliding down your thighs,” he requested, standing up to lift her in his arms.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom because I need to eat my woman’s pussy and make her come a couple times before sinking inside her,” Halligan said, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed.
He slid a pillow behind her head and shoulders so she wouldn’t be flat.
Even during sexy time, he was thinking of her comfort.
He tapped her thighs. “Open, baby. Let’s see how many times you can scream my name,” he said, crawling up the bed between her legs, his warm breath sending a shiver through her.
Who knew the polite man she’d spotted in the hotel would turn into such a dirty-talking lover? She had to admit she was blessed with a multi-faceted man.